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    Lydia was ready and willing to be dominated tonight and to step into a world she'd only dreamed of, but there were limits. “I demand the same of you."
    Mark smirked and gave her a nod. “As you wish, Mistress."
    A thrill shuddered through her. She looked to Brent and saw respect, admiration, and the words well played written in his expression. It empowered her. This time, fear had no chance of extinguishing that flame.
    Gaze shifting between the men as they undressed, Lydia drank her fill of perfection. They were tanned from head to toe, cut with muscles made to explore, dusted with dark hair that thickened as it arrowed downward to erections a porn star would kill to possess. Anticipation quivered through her as she peeled her clothes away, and it was that, rather than the chill, that hardened her nipples.
    Mark swept his hand over the mink blanket. The hairs on her arms rippled in response, lifting on goose bumps. Brent caught her fingers and tugged her forward.
    "You're cold.” He flicked his fingers over her nipple, then gave it a tweak. “I know exactly how to warm you up."
    Before she took a single step, Lydia reached between her legs and removed the dildo. “I'm going to need something bigger than this to fill the ache inside."
    Brent grinned and took the toy. “I think we might have just the thing.” He licked the vibrator from base to tip, lapping at the juices she'd left like he would an ice cream cone. Mesmerized by the slow dance of his tongue, Lydia stared open-mouthed until he finally set the toy aside and slipped his lips over hers. He clamped his hand over her ass, lifting her to her toes, and welded a kiss into her mouth that left her dizzy and gasping when he finally eased her back on her feet.
    "Come.” He ushered her toward the table, big hand steadying her elbow.
    Lydia slithered into place facedown, sighing at the feel of mink caressing her body. She lifted her ass high as she parted her lips for a taste of Mark's big cock mere inches away. He leaned toward her, girdling her ribs with his hands, and putting his erection within striking distance. Lydia flashed her tongue over the tip, catching the salty pre-cum. Mark's groan filled the room. She went in for more, catching the head between her lips.
    Lydia expected a reprimand of some kind from Brent. Instead, he parted her thighs and stabbed his veiny dick toward her entrance. Power filled her soul. She'd taken control. She was in command. Then the lights went out.
    She froze, rigid with fear. Brent seated himself to the hilt. Mark plowed his fingers through her hair and teased his cock over her mouth.
    Dark. Fear. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe.
    "In ... and out.” Brent mimicked the command with a slow thrust. “In. Out."
    Mark gently thrust against her mouth, silently asking for the same.
    "In. Out.” Brent sucked in a breath with his thrust, then released it when he pulled back. Mark caressed her head, calming her, telling her it was all right, offering that delicious erection for her lips.
    Lydia licked the tip, drinking in more pre-cum. Strong hands kneaded the fear-gripped muscles in her shoulders and back. Gentle thrusts, soft caresses eased her tension by slow measures. She fell into the rhythm, giving back what she received. She swallowed what she could of Mark's erection and sucked in time to Brent's rapidly increasing pivots.
    Those damnable voices headed their way. It spurred the men on. Brent shoved his hand beneath her pelvis and fingered her clit. Pain spasmed muscles in her neck and lower back.
    She jerked her mouth from Mark. “Red,” she said on a gasp.
    Without question, they pulled free, and the lights flicked on.
    "Neck and back.” She rubbed at the pain and rolled to her side.
    Mark kneaded her shoulders, digging talented fingers into the cramped muscles, while Brent brushed his hands over her hips and thighs.
    Relief eased in. “Good,” she said on a sigh. “Very good."
    Lydia rolled to